Rowan stared absentmindedly out of the tinted window. She felt incredibly out of place seated against the plush seats of her family's', newly purchased, limousine. An overwhelming stench of fresh leather wafted up into her nostrils, causing her to wrinkle her nose. The scenery whirling by was unfamiliar and distant; Rowan wished she was back home in Boston living the quiet life of an artist.
How was any of this fair? Her parents, upon inheriting an obscene amount of money, had decided that Rowan needed a better education and the opportunity to break out of her "social shell". What did that mean anyway? Rowan was naturally silent; she preferred to observe and take things in rather than blab all the time. Since when was it a crime for a person to be inclined towards the artistic side of life?
Rowan sighed and momentarily closed her eyes. It was difficult for her to forgive her parents for sending her away. It didn't matter that the Prep School was elite, international, difficult to get into (so, basically, exclusive to rich people), and located in the historically rich city of London. Rowan desired nothing more than the simplicities of downtown Boston by the harbor. She didn't need stress or a life full of glamor. It angered her that her parents hadn't even bothered to consult her. They just assumed that she'd want to be attending some foreign school in a distant city.
She knew that the only thing to do would be to make the best of things; at least her parents wouldn't constantly be breathing down her neck as she was trying to paint, whining about how she never goes out. Rowan was content with having only two friends. Her parents simply refused to accept that she wasn't into popularity and the deceptions that brought.
Perhaps she'd make an attempt to be more social. Her brother, Kent, had always been social enough for the both of them. He had been the exact image of what popular should be. At least, she'd be closer to her brother, who was attending college at St. Andrews as sophomore. The house had just seemed so empty without his lively spirit. Unlike most siblings, Rowan and Kent truly got along; she preferred his company to almost anyone elses'.
Entering as a senior, into a private school in a different country, was not going to be easy. Rowan silently accepted this before settling in for a cat nap. Nothing could be changed now; Rowan decided that, even if she continued to dwell in solitude, she was going to try and make the best of things.
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